"Worry? Why're yew worrying?" That sounded strange to him. "Yer 18, lass. Just a lamb. Yew should enjoy yer youth, not waste it."
Snuggling her, he rested his chin on top of her head. "Yew might have ta free me after ya marry anyway. Ah can imagine yer husband being jealous of handsome ol' meh with his pretty little wife."